My Last Pitch Short Story

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The Last Pitch “Take your base,” exclaimed the umpire. My coach told me I was up to bat. I grab my helmet, put it on my head, got my bat, and ran onto the field. My heart was racing so fast I felt like my heart was going to explode. I look at my coach for any signs, there were no signs. The bases were loaded and our team was losing by one run with two outs. We were versing a team that we have never lost to. It was raining so hard that it felt like I was in a hurricane. Then suddenly a car alarm went off in the background. The first pitch came towards me. It looked like it would be a strike so I swung and I miss the ball. That was only strike one so I would be okay. I wasn't the best hitter ever, but my team needs me to hit the …show more content…

When I bunted the bases were loaded. I bunted the ball and I accidentally touch the ball with my foot. I was out then, but since the bases were loaded the player on third got to score the run. That run would have mattered because if we didn't get that run, we would have lost the game. That game was the game that qualified us to go to the championship. The second pitch came towards me it was a speedy pitch. Ding! I hit the ball all the way to the outfield. The rain and wind was very strong and it made the ball drift into foul territory. I'm scared because there is a lot of pressure on to hit the ball. I did, but the wind took it into foul territory which made me have two strikes. My teammates would never forgive me. I didn't want to be up to bat right then I just wanted to run of the field, but I couldn't give up. The last pitch was speeding towards me I thought it would have been a ball so I didn't swing “Strike three” yelled the umpire. I let not just the crowd down, but I let my team down. I looked around and all I saw was a bunch of sad faces on the Marine City side. On the other side the team was going bananas. It was the exact opposite of our

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